As Long As There Is Love And

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

Against His Own Will, Almost, Will Felt Himself Understanding; He Would Have Done Anything, He Thought, Told Any Lie, Taken Any Risk, To Make Tessa Love Him.

You Never Cared That I Was Your Sister Before.” “didn’t I?” His Black Eyes Flicked Up And Down Her. “our Father’s Dead,” He Said. “there Are No Other Relatives. You And I, We Are The Last. The Last Of The Morgensterns. You Are The Only One Left Whose Blood Runs In My Veins, Too. You Are My Last Chance.

Time Was Like The Rain, Glittering As It Fell, Changing The World, But Something That Could Also Be Taken For Granted. Until You Love A Mortal. Then Time Became Gold In A Miser's Hands, Every Bright Year Counted Out Carefully, Infinitely Precious, And Each One Slipping Through You Fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened In Peru

I Love You; I Love You And I Don’t Care That You’re My Sister; Don’t Be With Him, Don’t Want Him, Don’t Go With Him. Be With Me. Want Me. Stay With Me. I Don’t Know How To Be Without You.